Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

Dead storms, mornings bright ft. Tanka

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…